4. Our Special Secret (Part 1)
Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2024 7:38 pm
by Josh M.
4. Our Special Secret (Part 1)
Cast of Characters :
Jeremy - Mischievous 11-year-old boy.
Aiden - Jeremy's 18-year-old brother.
Bianca - Jeremy's 17-year-old stepsister.
Mrs. Grayson - Jeremy's mother.
Molly - Bianca's 18-year-old friend.
Raquel - Bianca's 16-year-old friend.
"Just remember, pal, if you get caught, you're on your own."
"I remember, big brother."
Jeremy poked his head out the doorway of his bedroom. When the 11-year-old boy was satisfied that there was nobody around, he walked out into the hallway and down the stairs, bouncing his basketball in perfect rhythm on each step.
"Don't worry, Aiden," Jeremy whispered into his phone. "As far as anyone else is concerned, it was all my idea. If I go down, no sense dragging you down with me."
"Well, that's a comfort. I still think you should just quit while you're ahead, but it's up to you, little brother."
"Hey, are you sure you don't want me to take a few pics and e-mail them to you?" Jeremy cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder as he spun the basketball on his finger. "I know it's been a while since you've seen - "
"Not a chance, Jer," said Aiden sharply. "Remember our first rule. No pictures. Seriously, I've warned you about this a hundred times. Don't even - "
"Okay, okay." Jeremy sighed as he reached the bottom of the stairs. "No pics, got it."
Jeremy glanced at the living room window.
"I gotta go, Aiden," he said. "It's a nice day, I'm gonna head down to the park and see if I can get a basketball game going."
"Jeremy?" Mrs. Grayson appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Is that your brother on the phone?"
"Yeah," said Jeremy. "Hang on, Aiden, Mom wants to talk to you."
"Hi, honey," said Mrs. Grayson after taking the phone from her younger son. "I wanted to ask if you're coming home this weekend ... Oh, good. Listen, Aiden, I think we need to do some work on the roof ... "
While his mother disappeared into the kitchen, Jeremy tossed his basketball onto the couch and began to put on his sneakers. A smile spread across Jeremy's face as he looked up at the door to the family's den. For perhaps the thousandth time that week, his 11-year-old mind hugged his memory of the previous Saturday.
Jeremy's mother and stepfather had taken their children to the marina for a spin on a pleasure boat belonging to Mrs. Grayson's brother, Mark. The adults had spent most of the trip at the front of the boat, leaving the back of the boat to Jeremy and his beautiful 17-year-old stepsister, Bianca.
Also along for the ride was Bianca's friend, Molly, who was a year older than she was and even more stunning. Molly was going to have dinner with them as well. But, much to Jeremy's disappointment, when Bianca asked her friend if she wanted to sleep over, Molly declined, saying that she needed to return home that night.
With his older brother, Aiden, away at college, Jeremy was the only boy on the boat. This suited him just fine. Jeremy could easily do without the stabbing jealousy he always felt at the way Molly would breathlessly swoon over Aiden, especially when he was in his swimming trunks.
Bianca and Molly had mostly spent the boat trip admiring the gorgeous ocean view, the beaches and islands.
Jeremy had also greatly enjoyed the view ... namely, Bianca and Molly, the two alluring teenaged girls in their skimpy bikinis.
When they were finally returning to the dock, Molly's bag had somehow fallen into the water. Nobody seemed to have any idea how it had happened.
As he was sitting on his living room sofa thinking about it, Jeremy looked at the wall and let out a low whistle ...
Jeremy's uncle and stepfather were able to retrieve Molly's bag from the water, but all of her clothing had been thoroughly soaked. This left the girl with nothing but her tiny white bikini to wear, not only on the car ride back to the Graysons' house, but also while her clothes were in the laundry.
Bianca had offered to let her friend wear some of her own clothes, but the free-spirited Molly shrugged it off, saying she would just wear her bikini. Molly had worn it in front of hundreds of total strangers at the pier, so why not for just a while in her friend's house?
With some hesitation, Bianca decided to remain in her own bikini as well, so Molly wouldn't feel out of place. As if there wasn't anything out of place about two teenaged girls to be practically naked, in barely-there bikinis, while in a den filled with bookcases, a computer desk, a large-screen television, a thick carpet on the floor, paintings on the walls ... and not a trace of water anywhere.
It seemed like Jeremy's heart had been pounding the whole time. As much as he'd revelled in the sight of the two beautiful girls nearly naked out in the harbor, it had been even more of a thrill for him to see them in that same attire in their den.
Bianca had been only too aware of Jeremy's glee, and the reason for it. But while Bianca was growing steamed at her stepbrother's shameless ogling, Molly seemed more amused than anything else.
"Come on," Molly had told her friend. "You know how boys are, Bianca. He's eleven, he's just feeling his hormones. It's natural."
Bianca just grumbled.
Much too soon for Jeremy's liking, his mother had come into the room with Molly's clothes, fresh out of the dryer. As the girls eagerly went upstairs to Bianca's bedroom to change, Mrs. Grayson had asked Jeremy to come help her in the kitchen.
That was a week ago, but Jeremy could still feel the whirlwind of emotions inside of him as if it had just happened that day. Still sitting on the couch in his living room, Jeremy smiled, letting the happiness of the memory spread throughout his entire body. His one regret was that when Bianca and Molly were changing out of their bikinis upstairs, he had been stuck in the kitchen helping with dinner ...
Jeremy's reverie was interrupted by the sound of the front door being thrown open, accompanied by the familiar chatter of teenaged girls.
The boy sat straight up at the sight of, not two, but three extremely pretty girls walking into the living room - Bianca and Molly, along with another friend of theirs, Raquel, who, if it was possible, was even more gorgeous than they were. As was typical for teenaged girls on a Saturday, they had just come from the mall, their arms loaded down with shopping bags.
"Hi, girls," Jeremy piped up cheerfully, waving his hand.
"Hi, Jeremy." Molly gave her friend's young stepbrother a warm smile.
Molly's greeting was by far the most friendly.
Raquel simply said "hello" with a bit of a dismissive sniff.
"Let's go to my room," said Bianca, ignoring Jeremy completely.
As the girls headed up the stairs, Molly looked back at Jeremy with a sort of half-smile and a little shrug of her shoulders, as if she was apologizing for her friends' behavior.
Jeremy hardly noticed, however. The wheels of his mind were rapidly turning as his eyes flicked over the shopping bags the girls were carrying, including a few with a very distinctive pink and white pattern.
Within seconds, the young boy's heart was pounding even harder than it had been the previous Saturday ... With just a little luck, this could be even better than that, especially since Raquel was with them now ...
Just as Jeremy leapt to his feet, ready to race up the stairs to his room, his thoughts were interrupted once again.
"Jeremy," said Mrs. Grayson, emerging from the kitchen. "Here's your phone back. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. I needed to tell your brother about the repair work we have to do around the house. He said he'll be coming home soon."
"Sure, no problem, Mom," said Jeremy, barely having registered anything his mother had been saying.
Mrs. Grayson tilted her head.
"Jeremy, is something the matter?"
"Uh, no, everything's fine." Jeremy tried to hide his anxiety as he slid his phone into his pocket. "I gotta go, Mom, I'll talk to you later."
"Jeremy, where are you going?" Mrs. Grayson gave her son a puzzled look as he started toward the stairs. "I thought you were going to the park to play some basketball."
Dammit ...
"Oh, uh, no, Mom, I changed my mind," said Jeremy, unable to keep his voice from quivering slightly. "I'm going to my room."
"But it's such a beautiful day. Why would you want to spend it cooped up in here?"
Jeremy swallowed hard, desperately grasping for an excuse that would get him to his room as quickly as possible, without making his mother any more suspicious.
"I've got a lot of homework to do," he said. "And I've got a paper for my history class that I need to get started on."
Jeremy crossed his fingers inside his pocket, hoping that his mother wouldn't argue with the idea of him doing his schoolwork.
"Ah," said Mrs. Grayson. "Well, I'm glad that you're being so responsible, honey."
"Thanks, Mom," said Jeremy. "I'll be in my room if you need me."
Mrs. Grayson folded her arms, watching her son disappear up the stairway. As soon as he was gone, she raised an eyebrow.
* * * * *
Jeremy reached the top of the stairs just in time to see the door to Bianca's bedroom closing. Knowing that he didn't have much time, Jeremy made a dash for his own bedroom, which was right next to his stepsister's.
With his heart racing as it was, there was only a small corner of Jeremy's mind that wondered if he might be drawing too much attention with the noise of his rapid footsteps, or his door slamming shut. Normally, Jeremy would have immediately locked his bedroom door, but at the moment, he was in such a frenzied rush that he simply didn't think of it.
Up until a month or so ago, Jeremy had been sharing this bedroom with Aiden. But since his brother had gone away to college, Jeremy had had the room to himself. He ran to the closet, nearly tripping over the corner of his bed in the process, and quickly retrieved a screwdriver from Aiden's toolbox ...
... How many arguments had the boys had over that screwdriver?
Jeremy had always wanted to keep it close by, on the shelf, in case they needed it in a hurry, while Aiden had repeatedly and exasperatedly pointed out that the tool would look out of place there. How would they explain it if one of their parents, or Bianca herself, asked why they kept it there?
After a moment, Jeremy shook his head, trying to expel the absurdly random thought from his mind. This was hardly the time.
He ran ... this time, taking care not to trip over his bed ... to the wall separating his bedroom from Bianca's.
Mounted on the wall was a large, gray plastic shelving unit. It looked innocent enough, but it actually concealed a secret, one that Jeremy and Aiden had taken great pains to make sure nobody would ever find out about.
With two quick sweeps of his arm, Jeremy cleared all of the paperback books and magazines - the only things the two boys had ever stored in the shelving unit, certainly never anything breakable - off the top two shelves, not caring in the least about the mess they made as they all hit the carpet. The bottom shelf of the unit was already empty.
In seconds, Jeremy was unscrewing the shelving unit from the wall, mentally cursing himself for not being strong enough to do it as quickly as Aiden could. Though it took Jeremy less than a minute to reach the last of the screws, it was still far longer than would ever suit him.
Perspiration was running down Jeremy's face ... for more reasons than one ... as he pulled the shelving unit, at last, down from the wall, revealing a large, rectangular hole cut into the wall between his bedroom and his stepsister's.
As he looked through the hole, Jeremy suddenly found himself staring into Bianca's face, gazing right back at him. For one brief moment, Jeremy felt an overwhelming rush of panic ...
... and then, he remembered that Bianca couldn't see him.
* * * * *
"Tell me the truth, girls. I just look a mess, don't I?"
Bianca anxiously brushed her long, dark brown hair out of her eyes as she studied her reflection in the mirror on her bedroom wall.
Sitting on the bed, Molly and Raquel exchanged looks before simultaneously rolling their eyes.
"You look gorgeous, Bianca," said Molly.
"Jeremy doesn't think I'm as pretty as you two," said Bianca sourly, turning to face her friends.
"Well, he's your stepbrother," said Raquel, a bit impatiently. "He's not exactly unbiased."
"Bianca," said Molly with a wry smile, "did you know that there's kind of a running debate among a lot of boys in our school about which of the three of us here is the hottest? And the consensus opinion seems to be that it's you?"
Bianca's eyes turned round and her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Molly and Raquel giggled at the sight of Bianca's face rapidly turning a deep crimson.
"Don't say that too loudly," said Bianca when she managed to regain her voice.
"Why not?" asked Molly.
"This is a really thin wall." Bianca sighed as she rapped her fist on the flowered wallpaper next to the mirror. "I can hear Jeremy through it a lot ... and I can usually guess what he's doing."
"What a pest," muttered Raquel.
"I think he's really sweet," objected Molly.
"Molly," said Bianca seriously, "I'm telling you, when we were on my uncle's boat last weekend, Jeremy pushed your bag into the water."
"Oh, not this again - "
"I'm sure of it, Molly," persisted Bianca. "And he did it on purpose, too."
"Why would he do that?" asked Molly.
"Oh, gee, let me think," said Raquel caustically. "All of your clothes were in that bag, Molly, and they got soaked, leaving you with nothing to wear but your bikini. Now why would Jeremy possibly want that to happen?"
"Guys, come on." Molly shook her head. "I really don't think Jeremy would do that, but even if he did, it was obviously just a harmless prank. So he got me to spend a few more hours in my bikini than I was planning to. So what? It's not like he saw anything that he hadn't already."
"Molly, Jeremy isn't as sweet as you seem to think." Bianca shuddered slightly. "You saw the way he was ogling us last Saturday."
"He's eleven," said Molly emphatically. "How many times do we have to go through this? He's probably got a lot of really confusing feelings inside of him that he's trying to deal with. And anyway, like I keep saying, boys are like that. It's natural."
"I don't know," said Bianca, plopping herself down on the bed next to her friends. "Sometimes, the way he looks at me is just ... "
"Just what?" asked Raquel.
"He looks at me like I don't have any clothes on," said Bianca flatly. "And I don't mean like when I was wearing a bikini in front of him. Sometimes, even when I'm fully dressed, Jeremy stares at me like I'm naked ... "
"Bianca, I think you're letting your imagination get to you," said Molly.
"No," said Raquel quietly. "I think Bianca's right. I've noticed her stepbrother looking at her, too."
"He looks at all of us," said Molly. "That's what boys do, look at girls. I've seen him ... ahem, admiring my looks from time to time, too."
"But he looks at Bianca different," insisted Raquel. "And I don't think it's because she's his stepsister. It's something else ... "
Molly looked at her two friends for a long moment.
"Why don't we try on the clothes we bought?" Molly finally suggested, hoping to lighten the mood in the room.
"Sounds good to me." Raquel was finally smiling, as Bianca nodded eagerly.
The three girls all got to their feet. Molly began undressing immediately, while Bianca and Raquel started picking out the first outfits they wanted to try.
* * * * *
Jeremy was shuffling his feet restlessly on his carpet.
Although it was never unpleasant to gaze at his beautiful stepsister and her two even more stunning friends, the three girls sitting on Bianca's bed, all still in their street clothes, chatting with each other, was NOT what Jeremy had been hoping to see when he was rushing to open up the hole in the wall.
Without thinking, Jeremy began to idly drum his fingers on the wall, before remembering that Bianca might hear it.
Jeremy peered through the hole in the wall, watching the girls intently. He could hear their voices, but not clearly enough to really make out what they were saying. A few times, he thought one of them mentioned his name. Jeremy wondered if they were talking about him, and then wondered if he was being paranoid.
One thing he was certain of ... If the girls were talking about him, it definitely wasn't in a flattering way. Except maybe for Molly.
Jeremy sighed, feeling the all too familiar pang of envy over what had always been Molly's obvious crush on Aiden. But even if Molly wasn't hung up on Jeremy's older brother, the 11-year-old boy knew that she was far out of his league. Besides the fact that Jeremy was way too young for Molly, a gorgeous, popular girl like her would never be interested in -
All of a sudden, Jeremy's dismal thoughts vanished from his mind, replaced by a sudden rush of excitement when he saw Molly get up from the bed and pull off her light green sweater. She was wearing a white T-shirt under it, but Jeremy had a strong suspicion that wouldn't be staying on her for much longer, either.
Bianca and Raquel were busily looking through the various clothes they had bought at the mall, but Molly, ever the free spirit, was stripping down right from the start. Within seconds, Molly's T-shirt and jeans joined her sweater on the bed, leaving the statuesque blond in just her pink bra and panties.
While it was certainly an appealing sight, Molly's undergarments were, if anything, less revealing than the bikini she had worn the previous Saturday. Still, Jeremy felt as if his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, even more so than it had then.
Jeremy's heart was soon pounding even harder when he saw Bianca holding a black minidress up to her body, before pulling her own pale blue sweater up and over her shoulders. A few seconds later, Jeremy could feel his knees rapidly weakening as Raquel opened one of the pink and white shopping bags and pulled out, just as he had hoped, a set of lacy red lingerie that almost matched the color of her hair.
He had to grip the sides of the hole in the wall, his fingers turning slightly pale, as he watched Bianca unbutton her tight white blouse and Raquel begin to pull down her even tighter denim miniskirt.
* * * * *
Ding!
As Mrs. Grayson pulled a tray of freshly baked cookies out of her oven, she let out a troubled sigh.
For a while now, a worry had been making an annoying pest of itself in her mind. It was the kind of worry that, if you push it out of your thoughts, it pops up in another corner of your brain, and if you push it away there, it just appears the next second in another, until finally it pops up in the center of your mind, where it must be dealt with.
Mrs. Grayson knew what was bothering her. She just didn't know what to do about it. What should she do?
After a long moment, she decided that she needed some advice. She needed to confide her worry in somebody she could trust ... and she knew just who to call.
Picking up her phone, and praying that she was doing the right thing, Mrs. Grayson dialed the number of a high school in a neighboring town.
"Hello. Could you please connect me to your principal's office? ... Thank you."
Mrs. Grayson tapped her foot anxiously until she heard the familiar voice of a teenaged girl.
"Hello, Harmony," said Mrs. Grayson, trying her best to sound nonchalant. "I need to speak to your Aunt Lily ... Yes, Harmony, I know today is Saturday. I also know that Lily is in her office right now. I know what kind of a workaholic she is ... I don't care if that's a nice thing to say, Harmony, it's true. Now please get your aunt on the phone."
* * * * *
"Well, what do you think?" asked Raquel, turning around in place.
In response, Bianca and Molly both let out a long whistle as their red-haired friend modelled the sexy, black-trimmed red lace lingerie.
"Come on," said Raquel, trying not to smile.
"You know, it's hard to tell just where the lingerie ends and you begin," remarked Molly teasingly.
"Stop it, Molly."
"Just who are you planning to wear that for?" inquired Bianca.
Her face suddenly matching the color of her hair, Raquel turned away without answering the question.
"That looks awesome, Bianca," said Molly, gazing admiringly at the black minidress Bianca was wearing, showing off her long, bare legs.
Molly, meanwhile, was sporting a yellow bikini that was even skimpier than the one she had worn at the marina the previous Saturday.
"Isn't it a little late in the year for that, Molly?" Raquel asked, as she held up another set of lacy lingerie, this one black.
"It's never too early to start getting ready for the next summer," said Molly with a shrug. "Besides, nobody buys swimsuits right before winter, so you can usually get them for better prices now."
"Good point," said Bianca, folding up the black minidress before picking up a longer green dress.
"What do you guys think of this one?" asked Raquel, turning around in the solid black lace lingerie she was wearing - if, indeed, that was the word - now.
"Even sexier than the first one," said Bianca approvingly.
"Who are you planning to wear that for?" inquired Molly, giggling.
Raquel ignored the question as she walked over to the mirror on the wall.
"I keep thinking," said Bianca, smiling as she shook her head. "Do you realize how many boys we know who would kill to be in this room right now?"
"Well, too bad for them," said Raquel with her trademark dismissive sniff that so many boys knew so well. "We're sure as hell never going to let any boy see us like this."
As she said it, Raquel gazed at herself in the mirror, adjusting the black lace bra, completely unaware of the very appreciative male audience she had less than two feet away from her.
* * * * *
Jeremy would never be able to understand how he managed to keep from fainting at the glorious sight entrancing his eyes.
Seemingly right in front of his face ... In fact, it was right in front of his face ... The indescribably sexy Raquel was adjusting a skimpy black lace bra around her breasts ... her slightly-larger-than-grapefruit-sized, firm, round, gorgeous breasts, the object of the fancies of virtually every male who had ever seen her ...
As she gazed into the mirror on the wall, Raquel clearly had no idea that it wasn't just her own piercing green eyes that were staring back at her.
Jeremy saw Raquel mouth the words, "I don't like this" while shaking her head. What exactly it was about the black lace lingerie that the red-haired girl could possibly find unappealing was beyond Jeremy's comprehension.
As Raquel turned away from the mirror and started to walk back toward the bed, she was already pulling down the lacy black panties, inadvertently giving Jeremy an eyeful of the beautiful bare flesh of her tight, perfect-as-it-was-possible-to-be rear.
Somehow, Jeremy managed to pull his eyes away from Raquel's ... from Raquel, and he was greeted by the sight of Bianca taking off the green dress she had just been trying on, leaving herself in just her pink bra and panties.
This time, though, Bianca did not stop at her underwear. Before Jeremy's awestruck eyes, Bianca removed her bra and panties, at the exact same moment that Molly and Raquel took off the bikini and lingerie they had been modelling. Somewhere in the back of Jeremy's mind, he gave a silent thanks for the perfect timing of it ...
Through this secret window into Bianca's bedroom, Jeremy had seen his pretty stepsister naked many times before, although no matter how many times it happened, he never stopped enjoying it.
But, somehow, it was very, very different when Bianca was naked along with her two beautiful friends at the same time ... It was so much more of a thrill, enveloping Jeremy's entire young body in a way he never imagined possible.
* * * * *
"Wait," said Molly thoughtfully, as her friends started to pick up the next outfits they wanted to try on. "I've got an idea. Let's be more organized about this. I think we should take all of the clothes out of the bags and lay them out neatly before we continue trying them on."
"Um, that's a good idea, but I think I'd like to put something on first," said Bianca, wrapping her arms around her naked body.
"Me, too," said Raquel, imitating Bianca's self-conscious pose.
"Oh, come on, it's just us girls here," said Molly. "And the door's locked. I saw both of you make sure of it."
Bianca and Raquel exchanged looks, and then shrugged.
* * * * *
If Jeremy had been staring through the hole in his bedroom wall before ... If his heart had been racing before ... If his mind had been blown before ...
... It was nothing compared to what was happening to him now. His eyes were round, his mouth was hanging open, and he felt like he could barely breathe, let alone move.
Jeremy didn't have the faintest idea what Molly had said to Bianca and Raquel, and he didn't much care, either, even if he would be forever grateful for it, whatever it had been.
All he knew was that, to the 11-year-old boy's utter amazement, total disbelief, and elation beyond description, all three of the stunningly gorgeous teenaged girls had shrugged off getting dressed again, and proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes or more walking around Bianca's bed, and all over her room, completely and totally in the nude.
Molly was the tallest, and she had legs that went on forever. The pretty blond was clearly well aware of the effect that her legs had on male onlookers. Even in the winter, Molly would frequently wear very short, tight skirts.
Jeremy had seen, and admired, the entirety of Molly's legs a number of times before, including the previous Saturday when she was in her tiny white bikini. But somehow, Molly's legs seemed ten times more enticing when she was wearing nothing above them.
After casting admiring gazes at Bianca and Raquel's legs as well, Jeremy allowed his eyes to continue wandering.
Jeremy's eyes fixed for a moment on Raquel, the fiery redhead with a personality to match. For the longest time, many boys, including Jeremy, had wondered if Raquel's red hair was dyed, as it seemed to be too rich a tone to be natural. Now that Jeremy had seen Raquel naked, he knew that it was real.
The boy gazed, enraptured, at jiggling boobs and buttocks as the girls walked around the room, laying out their clothes on the bed and the dressers. Raquel's breasts were the largest and Molly's the smallest, but to Jeremy's eyes, they were all perfection. Three bare backsides, each a different shape and form, each one absolutely flawless.
Jeremy could feel his phone in the pocket of his seemingly ever tightening pants. As much as he longed to take it out and snap a few pictures ... or better yet, record a video ... of the incredible spectacle unfolding before his eyes, he knew that he couldn't. It was totally against the most important rule - "No pictures."
After a long moment, Jeremy rested his forehead against the wall, his eyes never straying. He thought of how unspeakably jealous all of his friends, in fact every guy he knew, would be of him if they knew what he was looking at right now.
Well, actually, they were already jealous of him. When his mother remarried, Jeremy had instantly become the envy of seemingly every boy in his school, maybe every boy in the entire community, because he was now living in the same house as the gorgeous Bianca Grayson, one of the most, if not the most, sought-after teenaged girls in the entire town. The fact that Bianca's closest friends, Molly and Raquel, weren't too hard on the eyes, either, did nothing to alleviate that jealousy.
... Oops. Molly had just dropped a blouse, and was now bending over to pick it up ... Jeremy let out a long sigh.
Every time that Jeremy looked through what he liked to think of as his "looking glass to paradise," if one could forgive the corniness of that, he mouthed a silent word of gratitude to the skills and cleverness of the person who made it possible - his brother, Aiden.
When Bianca and her father had moved into the house, Aiden gave Bianca his bedroom, and moved his things into Jeremy's room, which the two boys would now share. As a "welcome" to his new stepsister, Aiden had insisted on "fixing up" his old bedroom before Bianca moved her things into it.
Aiden did all of the usual things you would expect. He repainted the walls and then later covered them up in a wallpaper that Bianca had chosen. He also cleaned the carpet, put new curtains on the windows, cleaned and polished all of the furniture, hung up Bianca's posters and framed pictures ...
... But the most important thing that Aiden did, which nobody except he and Jeremy knew about ...
One day, while the two boys were home all by themselves, Aiden used their late father's power tools to cut a large rectangular hole in the wall separating their bedroom from Bianca's. On the boys' side, Aiden covered up the hole with a gray plastic shelving unit - screwed into the wall, and which could be removed at any time, easily enough, with a simple screwdriver.
On Bianca's side of the wall, the hole was covered up with a large decorative mirror - bolted into the wall, so it couldn't be removed, at least not easily enough for anyone to ever bother.
That is, it looked like a mirror. Only the two boys knew that it was actually one-way glass. From inside Bianca's bedroom, it looked like a perfectly ordinary mirror. But from the boys' bedroom, all somebody had to do was unscrew and remove the shelving unit from the wall, and he would be able to see right into Bianca's bedroom.
Apart from Jeremy and Aiden, nobody knew this secret. Not their mother, not their stepfather, and most importantly, not Bianca. In the time since their stepsister had moved into her new bedroom, the two boys had enjoyed many an evening, and sometimes a day if there was nobody else in the house, watching Bianca as she innocently went about all of the things that girls do in the privacy of their own bedrooms ... totally unaware that her bedroom was anything but private.
Right from the beginning, Jeremy had wanted to use their phones to commit the images of their beautiful stepsister to a form they could enjoy at any time ... but Aiden had been adamant.
"No pictures," he had told his brother sternly. "They'll get out, and then Bianca will be humiliated and you and I will be dead."
Bianca just picked up a pink and black bra and panty set and was now putting it on. Molly and Raquel were holding up their next outfits to their bodies as well.
Jeremy sighed. All good things must come to an end eventually. As spectacular as it had been, it appeared that the nude show was over. Although he knew that he couldn't have done it, Jeremy had no doubt that, in one way or another, he would always be kicking himself for not taking even one picture of it when he had the chance.
* * * * *
"Yes, I suppose you're right, Lily," said Mrs. Grayson thoughtfully. "What you're saying ... makes a lot of sense, and I guess it would be for the best."
Mrs. Grayson, paused, nodding her head slightly as she listened to her friend.
"All right, then," she said at last. "I will give it a try as soon as I can. I'll let you know how it goes ... Okay, thanks for your help, Lily. Take care now."
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Grayson started toward the stairs, when the phone rang again.
"Hello? ... Oh, Aiden, hi, honey ... Is something the matter? ... Oh, really? Already? Oh, how wonderful, I wasn't expecting you to come home so soon ... "
* * * * *
"Molly, you look absolutely stunning."
"You really do, Molly."
Molly turned around, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, in the long white evening gown she was wearing.
"You really think so?" she asked.
Bianca and Raquel both nodded emphatically. And they weren't the only ones who thought so.
The dress came all the way down to Molly's ankles, and while it hugged her figure a little, it wasn't especially revealing. And yet, Jeremy found the sight absolutely breathtaking.
As much as he had enjoyed seeing Molly nearly, or completely, naked, Jeremy realized that he found her even more appealing when she was wearing this very elegant white evening dress. He couldn't quite understand why ...
After a few minutes, to Jeremy's disappointment, Molly took off the dress. He hoped he would see her wear it again some time.
Although Jeremy missed seeing Molly in the dress, he didn't exactly mind watching as Molly, along with Bianca and Raquel, continued to try on more of the clothing they'd bought at the mall - a few more dresses, some tops and skirts, swimwear for Molly, and lingerie ... oh, yes, most especially the lingerie ... Jeremy felt like he was getting his own personal Victoria's Secret fashion show.
The girls seemed to get tired after a while, and to Jeremy's delight, after pulling off the last of the clothing they'd been trying on, Bianca, Molly, and Raquel seemed to decide to spend another little while just relaxing in the nude again.
Jeremy couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing his phone, he activated the camera and took several pictures of the three beautiful naked girls, trying to capture them from as many angles as he could as the girls walked around the room, and then pressed record and began filming a video of them.
He knew it was totally against Aiden's most important rule, but he felt like he would never be able to forgive himself if he passed up this opportunity a second time. And besides, Jeremy figured that Aiden might relent once he found out that it was a chance to see Molly and Raquel naked, too. Jeremy could only hope he did.
Jeremy zoomed the camera in on Molly, trying to get as complete a view of her as he could through the phone's tiny lens. He felt a twinge of guilt as he did this. Molly had always been really nice to him, much more so than Bianca, Raquel, or any other friend of theirs.
Looking at Molly's face, Jeremy thought, as he had done many times before, that she exuded a kindness, a sweetness that just made you want to hug her, even apart from the fact that she was so beautiful. All of this made Jeremy's conscience nudge him hard about ogling her naked body, against her will, violating her privacy in this way ...
... It didn't make him feel bad enough to stop doing it, but it did make him feel bad.
After a while, Jeremy shifted the camera to Raquel. This time, he felt no reluctance at all. In fact, Jeremy smiled unashamedly as he captured every inch of Raquel's perfect curves.
In a sorely stark contrast to Molly, Raquel had never made any effort to hide her disdain, not only for Jeremy, but for seemingly just about everybody she ever encountered, apart from a few close friends.
Jeremy's lips curled into a smirk as he realized that, from now on, whenever the red-haired snob gave him one of her dismissive little sniffs, he would be able to look at her, inwardly smile, and think, "I've seen you naked."
From this moment onward, he would always feel the satisfaction of having gotten the better of Raquel, even if she didn't know it ... Actually, in a way, that made it feel even more satisfying to him. He felt a certain sneaky pleasure in knowing that he had seen her naked, seen her in her most vulnerable, most private state, and she had no idea, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Isn't it just too bad for you, Raquel, thought Jeremy smugly. And how nice for me ...
Jeremy had left Bianca for last, mainly because he'd already seen her naked so many times before. As he panned his camera over his stepsister, Jeremy found himself wondering if he should have started filming the girls as soon as he had the chance ... But, then, Jeremy shook his head. It was probably better that he hadn't.
Aiden had warned him that any pictures or videos they took might get out somehow, and Jeremy figured that the more there were, the greater the risk. He should try to take just a few, not too many.
Once he was satisfied that he had enough video of Bianca, Jeremy began sweeping his phone's camera over all three girls, figuring he would finish up after a minute or two more. At one point, as he panned over Molly, she looked up, and for a moment, she seemed to look right at Jeremy and suddenly freeze in place.
This made Jeremy freeze, too. It was like the two were staring at each other. After a few seconds that seemed to stretch on like hours, Molly dropped her gaze and seemed to resume talking to her friends as if nothing had happened.
Jeremy's heart was pounding. Had Molly seen him somehow? No, impossible. All she could have seen was her reflection in the mirror ... She must have been looking at herself in the mirror. Yes, that must have been it.
* * * * *
"Be sure to give me a holler when you come in the door, Aiden ... All right, sweetheart, bye now."
Mrs. Grayson hung up the phone. For a long moment, she simply stood there, lacing her fingers together, trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts running through her mind. Finally, she made a decision.
Taking a deep breath, and hoping she was doing the right thing, she began walking up the stairs.
* * * * *
"Not that I wasn't comfortable with you girls, but it still feels good to be dressed again," said Raquel, zipping up her denim miniskirt.
"Me, too," admitted Molly, sliding her green sweater over her shoulders.
"You know, my mom's probably finished baking her cookies by now," said Bianca.
"I'll go down and ask her," said Molly, getting to her feet. "Besides, there's something I need to ... "
Molly's voice trailed off. She looked at her feet.
"Molly? Something wrong?" asked Raquel.
"No." Molly shook her head. "I just need to get a little air ... "
As their friend walked out the door, Bianca and Raquel gave each other a puzzled look.
* * * * *
Jeremy saw Molly walk out the door of Bianca's bedroom.
Cookies, thought Jeremy with a knowing smile. He wouldn't mind getting a few of those himself.
He watched Bianca and Raquel talking to each other for a minute. All three girls were back in their regular clothes, and it seemed like they were taking a break.
That was just as well, decided Jeremy, as he finally turned away from the wall and headed over to the computer desk. He needed to transfer the pictures and videos onto his computer where they could be safely hidden. The last thing in the world he wanted was to get caught with them on his phone.
As he booted up his computer, Jeremy thought about how, when he looked at Raquel now, he would not only be able to think that he'd seen her naked, he'd also be able to think, "I have pictures of you naked," too, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about that, either.
In fact, he'd be able to think that about all three girls. Even Molly. Much as he liked her, Jeremy couldn't deny that he would feel a certain pleasure in having that over Molly, too.
Jeremy was soon able to breathe a sigh of relief as he finished copying the files onto the computer and erased them from his phone.
Looking at the pictures and videos, it was now occurring to Jeremy that, if he wanted to, he could use them as "incentive" to get the girls to do anything he wanted. After a moment, Jeremy quietly laughed at the idea. Blackmail the girls? That was absurd, of course, he could never do that.
All he needed to do now was encrypt the files, and make sure nobody would ever find or access them. Jeremy was so absorbed in this task that he didn't notice the sound of his bedroom door slowly opening, or, a moment later, the shadow of somebody walking up behind him ...
